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Jesse Williams, Jack-of-All-Trades.

[j-the-catalyst]

(Text): That is not a good enough answer, Jesse, but I guess you are not the person I thought you were.

[Text] Don't start, please. I need to think about it because we have a past that I'd already put behind me.

[j-the-catalyst]

(Text): Why do you need to think about us being friends?

[Text] Because, Sarah.

[habitualskeptic]

[japril]

ellenpompeo: When you talk too much smack to @ijessewilliams

[simplygemma]

[j-the-catalyst]

theroyalreporter:

With all the hot men after sex in this town when is the high end male escort agency being announced?

YASSS QUEEN! You are not wrong about there being hot men, and them in need or being after hot sex. The fun thing is, is that there are also plenty of hot girls (and guys) here for the hot men to take their pick from, so…

And yes, we are looking at you Taron, and Gyllenhaal, and Ryan, and don’t think we’ve forgotten about you either, Jesse, Grant and Thomas!

Malarkey.

[j-the-catalyst]

inertia | Jesse + Scarlett

[j-the-catalyst]

justscarlett:

His request had been an unusual one, and yet she had found herself writing back without a second thought. Thinking about it, it wasn’t that unusual, just - usually guys would want to have her in bed for a lot of reasons, but for sleep and cuddles? That was new. And while she was rather surprised, still, she liked it. A lot. It was trusting one another on a whole different level and… she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. This was new, and exciting and making her happy in ways she hadn’t been in a long while. And just being able to spend some time with him, when both their lives were so busy was nice. Comfortable. What she wanted.

Kissing Rosie’s forehead, she left her home, knowing she was well cared for in the hands of her nanny, a woman whom both Johansson women loved dearly. She could only imagine how much not having his kids around would weigh on Jesse’s mind and the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping right… she didn’t quite know what to make of it, but she would not prod, unless he wanted her to.

The house was quiet, when she opened the door and she made sure to close it behind her and leave her flats next to his shoes at the bottom of the stairs. Walking up the stairs to his bedroom, she felt like a bit of a creeper, but that feeling dissolved, when she spotted Jesse, or a Jesse-like shaped blanket burrito, in bed. “Hey you,” she called out quietly, but when there was no reply, she simply made her way over and settled down next to him, her back resting against the headboard. He seemed fast asleep and she didn’t want to disturb his peace, not when he needed his rest. The yoga pants were a little too thin for the cool A/C air in his room, she realised, and let her feet slide under the blanket until they were nicely settled under his thighs. “Tired’s not the right word for what you are, J,” she muttered, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his jaw.

The man was radiating relaxed heat, deep in his slumber already. Although not quite conscious enough to distinguish completely that Scarlett had joined him, Jesse did feel someone snuggle into him and as a consequence, he snuggled into them, welcoming the warmth and comfort of another body. His mind was running rampant with vivid and incoherent dreams, centered around nothing in particular. But he was torn from his imagination when he felt a pressure along his jawline, and a voice speaking to him.  “Hm?” he grunted, confused and pulling himself back into reality. When he blinked open his eyes he saw a mane of blonde hair, and a splash of pink on milky skin. “Oh,” he mumbled, voice deeper than usual with lingering fatigue, “Scar.” The man’s arms engulfed her, pulling her tighter to his chest, and he remained there until he suddenly realized.

There was a very demanding pressure between his legs.

“Oh.. my god. I’m sorry.” The mumble was beyond bashful, a red blooming beneath his deeply tanned cheeks as he tugged away from her and immediately tried to (futilely) conceal the embarrassment. “It’s because... I didn’t want you to come over because I--  I wasn’t making a move on you I just-- it’s-- I was dreaming, it’s just morning wood, I’m not being a creep,” he rambled, cerulean eyes wide now -- though still tired, but filled with honesty and the hope that she’d believe him. “This wasn’t-- I didn’t have this when I texted you. I promise. Here, let me...” he inhaled deeply, forcing himself into a sitting position only to now hurriedly, slip out of bed and try to make it to the bathroom, both hands needed to even try to cover his tenting sweatpants. But even that that didn’t work well. “Fuck. I’m really sorry,” he mumbled. “Just-- give me a second.”

[j-the-catalyst]

inertia | Jesse + Scarlett

@justscarlett

He was suspended in something idle, contended but yearning and it seemed the blanket just couldn’t provide enough warmth. It was the cold that had awoken him, bleary against the press of sun upon only half his face. For a moment he fought an internal battle to get up and yank the curtains completely shut or stay in bed and suffer through it until he fell into an uncomfortable sleep once again.

God, how he wished his kids were with him.

Yearning intensified, achy in his chest. The man released a sigh and pulled himself into a sitting position, only to remain there for a minute longer until he could find the strength to get to his feet. He didn;t want to be awake. And the sun would keep him awake. So he strolled, muscles stiff from being sedentary, to the window where just the slightest of cracks separated the two light-cancelling curtains. He lazily tugged, and the distance was closed and almost hurriedly, got back into bed. His body sunk into the mattress and the room was warming again, but Jesse still felt... lonely. And if not his kids, then he could think of only one other person he wanted the company of. 

So he texted her, eyes resting in between each response until he was assured she was on her way, at which time they fell closed and didn’t open again. His breathing was paced, slow and deep, skin warm and mind thoughtless. 

[j-the-catalyst]

[text] I feel so honoured. 😊 Good thing I remember where you live, would be interesting to walk into some random person's house... though, it'd be a good story to tell

[text]: Yeah, you’d probably walk in on something crazy. Hurry up, Blondie 

[j-the-catalyst]

(Text): The two of us. Can we go back to being the friends I thought we were once we got back to work in July?

[Text] I’m gonna have to think about that, Sarah.

[j-the-catalyst]

[text] Maybe you're just that kind of bear... you know, like Pooh. 😅 Anyways, I'm on my way, Grouchy, so you better make some room for me.

I promise I’ll be a little less grouchy when you get here. Door’s open, just come in

[j-the-catalyst]

[text] Are you sure you're not hibernating?

[text]: Could be, but I don’t have a bunch of food stocked in my room so probably not

[j-the-catalyst]

[text] How can I resist such an offer? 💋 I'll bring coffee, just in case

[text]: Don't bother, not gonna drink it. This is the kind of tired only sleep can fix

[j-the-catalyst]

[text] Morning, handsome! Feel like having a movie day today? 😘

[text]: Yes.

[text]: I’m tired lol get your ass over here. I'm not done sleeping

[j-the-catalyst]

(Text): So what now?

[text]: What do you mean?

[j-the-catalyst]

(Text): I handled things totally wrong with you and others before you left. After the divorce, and pretty much a lot of things. I am sorry, Jesse, I really am. =o(

[text[: Hey, no hard feelings. I’m sorry too. I can’t say I was exactly the nicest about everything either...

[justscarlett]

Biting her lower lip and slightly worrying it with her teeth, she listened to him. The only thing she could do was shake her head. She knew all about people falling out of love, but - she had come to know Jesse as one of the nicest, most caring people she knew and to think that someone was giving him shit for trying to be the best father he could be… that made her genuinely angry. However, it wasn’t her place to say anything about it, so instead she commented on the latter part of their conversation. “I like that you’re terrible at it. If you were great at it, too, you’d be too perfect for words.” She smiled at him, then added more quietly, “I like it, when people are honest with each other, no matter what.” Jesse was warm and comfortable and she could feel her body relax and melt against him. Some things didn’t change, she realised and rolled her eyes at herself. “Yeah, I do - but you made me part of your family, when I needed it, so it’s only fair I do the same. Not to mention that Rosie actually adores you.” Was she talking too much? Probably, but she couldn’t get herself to care much. “You missed me, she’s an extension of me - ergo, you missed her, too.” Scarlett chuckled and finished off her coffee, toying with the cup in her hands. “Stop by whenever you feel like it. Though you’ll have to divide your attention between the Johansson girls evenly, or else…” Her chuckle turned into a full, happy laugh, though she didn’t finish the sentence.

[j-the-catalyst]

Jesse was known for his patience; his rationale, and his ability to pace himself through any quandary he was trapped in, but the confrontations he’d been having with Aryn had struck something primitive in him and sometimes it was very difficult to keep a level head with the threat of losing his children looming over his every hot-tempered breath. But he supposed surrounding himself with something other than the whirlwind of anguish that accompanied the absence of his babies was close enough to finding an inner zen, though he speculated with Aryn in the picture he’d never achieve peace. She was a headache. But Scarlett on the other hand? Something to inhale and inhale deeply, hold in his lungs until the need for exhalation overwhelmed him. She was vivacious and concrete, humbled and sure. He almost laughed at her -- him? Perfect? “I think you’re getting us confused. You have yet to show me anything about you that would make me think you anything less than perfect yourself.” His grin mimicked hers, relaxed and content. “Honesty is the policy,” he joked, raising both brows in response. “She does? Dammit. I feel bad I haven’t seen her then. ‘S like I’ve neglected my third child.” Jesse watched Scarlett’s hands, somehow graceful, as she fumbled with her mug and -- almost absentmindedly -- the man extended his hand to gently tuck a loose lock of gold hair behind Scar’s ear, his fingers lingering for a moment. “Not gonna lie. Missed both of you quite a bit. So I’ll probably be over so often you’ll get sick of my face,” he promised, leaning back into his seat, stance open and inviting. “You know what I’ve been dying to do? I haven’t gone to a movie -- like to an actual movie theater, and sat down to watch a movie, since I started acting. Why don’t we take Sadie out to see that Trolls movie. Think she’d like it?”

[justscarlett]

Biting her lower lip and slightly worrying it with her teeth, she listened to him. The only thing she could do was shake her head. She knew all about people falling out of love, but - she had come to know Jesse as one of the nicest, most caring people she knew and to think that someone was giving him shit for trying to be the best father he could be… that made her genuinely angry. However, it wasn’t her place to say anything about it, so instead she commented on the latter part of their conversation. “I like that you’re terrible at it. If you were great at it, too, you’d be too perfect for words.” She smiled at him, then added more quietly, “I like it, when people are honest with each other, no matter what.” Jesse was warm and comfortable and she could feel her body relax and melt against him. Some things didn’t change, she realised and rolled her eyes at herself. “Yeah, I do - but you made me part of your family, when I needed it, so it’s only fair I do the same. Not to mention that Rosie actually adores you.” Was she talking too much? Probably, but she couldn’t get herself to care much. “You missed me, she’s an extension of me - ergo, you missed her, too.” Scarlett chuckled and finished off her coffee, toying with the cup in her hands. “Stop by whenever you feel like it. Though you’ll have to divide your attention between the Johansson girls evenly, or else…” Her chuckle turned into a full, happy laugh, though she didn’t finish the sentence.

[j-the-catalyst]

Jesse was known for his patience; his rationale, and his ability to pace himself through any quandary he was trapped in, but the confrontations he’d been having with Aryn had struck something primitive in him and sometimes it was very difficult to keep a level head with the threat of losing his children looming over his every hot-tempered breath. But he supposed surrounding himself with something other than the whirlwind of anguish that accompanied the absence of his babies was close enough to finding an inner zen, though he speculated with Aryn in the picture he’d never achieve peace. She was a headache. But Scarlett on the other hand? Something to inhale and inhale deeply, hold in his lungs until the need for exhalation overwhelmed him. She was vivacious and concrete, humbled and sure. He almost laughed at her -- him? Perfect? “I think you’re getting us confused. You have yet to show me anything about you that would make me think you anything less than perfect yourself.” His grin mimicked hers, relaxed and content. “Honesty is the policy,” he joked, raising both brows in response. “She does? Dammit. I feel bad I haven’t seen her then. ‘S like I’ve neglected my third child.” Jesse watched Scarlett’s hands, somehow graceful, as she fumbled with her mug and -- almost absentmindedly -- the man extended his hand to gently tuck a loose lock of gold hair behind Scar’s ear, his fingers lingering for a moment. “Not gonna lie. Missed both of you quite a bit. So I’ll probably be over so often you’ll get sick of my face,” he promised, leaning back into his seat, stance open and inviting. “You know what I’ve been dying to do? I haven’t gone to a movie -- like to an actual movie theater, and sat down to watch a movie, since I started acting. Why don’t we take Sadie out to see that Trolls movie. Think she’d like it?”